Show 11 f Telegram Fiction Lost and Found By Wayno Priscilla I f l CHAPTER 2 22 I tI t. t And It seemed likely that he I would make good on his word The r little car leaped ahead at a terrific pace v They cant can't be more than five fhe miles mUes ahead can they Charlie the sheriff shouted I 4 I 1 figure they aint that far The sheriff was wu right In his cal cat Teck's little car was less leu than five miles ahead of its pur pur- George was having plenty of trouble Sometimes It seemed that the tho little car would stop altogether alto alto- gether Its laboring became so heavy and then as though having been given a new lease on life It Th would leap ahead at terrific speed S What do you think Doris Dori shouted over the tumult of Its la Ia Ja- Ja boring If U If we weren't on an upgrade It ii might InIght be different But Im I'm afraid i the the poor old car is on Its last lap If If I could be sure lure they were not fbi L following Following i. i They are They are following Doris Dorb screamed just behind behind be be- hind on the last turn of the road They must have got another ear car The rho car of the man we met maybe I 1 think so It looks like If It I George gave rave the little car as a 0 much gas as it could possibly take I t But he ho knew v they were in great grea t f i danger They were on a straightaway straight straight- 1 away now that stretched ahead L 1 iao so far as he could judge judie at least t tL three miles mUes Even now the pur pur- kf f car had rounded the bend an and I was on the open stretch just behind i i f r S 'S down Geo George e shout shout- 1 1 id ed to Doris They're apt to fire tire N warnIng Lilts warning was just In time The Tb C pursuit car opened fire on Teck Teck's 1 little car f. f The next few minutes were mm minutes min utes ittes of mad excitement Huddled Huddle d I down in the bottom of or the ca car r Doris tried to make Patrick hear boa r her bet commands The big dog was very angry tY r. r He lie was threshing about In th the C back seat eat Bullets Down Patrick down George Georg e r f commanded and leaned low ove over r 1 I the wheel The fusillade of shots shot s continued One bullet whizzed d through the car and out at th the e windshield at exactly the point that tha it Doris Doris' head might have been If i she ahe had not collapsed to the bottom n of the car Now the car was wu very close dose Le Less Is I than a quarter of a mile mUe awa away y George Ceorge Judged But there It pace paced d i him Teck's Teck old car clung to U the e chase with a desperation and a sureness that was amazing Georges George's blood pounded In b his veins In triumph If he be could mal make bCe Ce the turn of the road only a quarter quart or of a mile away there was another or chance of escape He H. concentrated concentrated concen concen- a. a every ery nerve and arid every oun ounce Ce of energy toward that turn In II the e road Just to get there there just just to get there there then then he ho would have han an i In advantage however slight The turn of ot the road was I. I less 5 than yards ards ahead George gave gate ye the car the last wt ounce of urging Ig that he had to give I In hi excitement George had bad n not ot n noticed Patrick H He Ha knew that Ii nat at Doris D oris was safe but for the instant th the e excitement had been so great t hat that he hadn't even thought of his d dolt og But Doris had thought She c crouched on the floor In the front o of f the car trembling Patrick did didlot not lot n ot growL She wondered if It he heere w were vere ere safe sate Once above the wind that screamed in through the b broken windows she sho had thought s she he heard beard the great dog groan Were Vere around the corner A Around round the corner George shouted shout shout- e ed d at the top of his voice Around t he the corner And the car lurched t to o prove his words I But Doris was sensing only that they were safe for the time being from f om rom shots form torm the pursuit car Now despite the lurching of the thear c car ar she was scrambling over the theop i t top op of the back seat and seeing with fear filled eyes that Patrick l lay ay very quietly on the floor In f front ont of the back seat Patrick Hurt Hes He's hurt George Patricks Patrick's hurt hurt she sobbed as she sho gathered the dogs dog's big head Into her arms That Patrick was suffering greatly s she he could not doubt His great brown eyes stared at her piteously For answer George drove on furl furi- He dared not stop Just now I If he could be sure they had eluded I their pursuers he be might turn into a byroad And that instant as though fate meant to favor him he saw a faint traiL rail It was very little more than thana thara a cow trail and was wu overgrown with desert grass But Ceo George e turned Into it IL He had made his decision quickly A few hundred yards and the road led around a curve and a great rocky foothill Surely that trait trail led some place It was worth I taking a chance I The bet was even that the pursuing pursuing pursuing pur pur- suing car might taU fall to see the mere sug suggestion of a road and go scurrying on And there would be time enough to get out of sight around the rocky turn If It luck was with them they might elude their pursuers in this way But more moro luck was with them than that they really Knew The driver of the pursuit car had seen the bend bendIn bendIn In the road too and urged by the sheriff had made a last Jast desperate effort to run d down dawn wn the car they pursued Turned Over If It bad had been Friday the thirteenth thirteenth thir thir- the sheriff complained tater later lat tat er we couldn't have played Inless inless In less luck He swung too far out atthe at atthe the turn and ran the car over Into the ditch I Im Tm m telling you It turned over twice and I expected every man i Jack Jaek of us would be killed But only the station master muter here had bad hada I a sprained back It was a miracle I all aU ri right ht an all right and the other i car got awa away I expect Its It's miles miles' away by now because I know we I I were miles away from any place It was nearest to walk walle back to I telephone for help so we all aU footed i j It back Yep I bet they're there miles miles' 1 away by now But they were not miles mUes away I Georges George's choice of the little trail trai l had been a good OD one It led perhaps per per- haps half ball a mIte mile through a region th that at was about as desolate as anY i any any- th thing ing George had ever seen seeD in his li life fe I H He Hi kept wondering what It could possibly p lead to but something p perhaps the instinct to hide away u urged him on before stopping even evento I t to o attend to Patrick It was soon evident where the r road oad led To an old abandoned g gravel ravel pit that perhaps had not b been een used for many years A Cabin George was about to stop the car then hen t to take care of Patrick where when h he e saw ahead and around the benda bend a thin column of smoke that certainly t came from some human hab I tation George drove the li little car ahead cautiously If they found f a dwelling it meant that s some ome human comforts would alsoe also b be e found Doris said the wound was vas in the dogs dog's shoulder and that h he e was losing much blood A human habitation meant shelter shel abel t ter er and a chance to heat water to sterilize s the Instruments that he must use we to help Patrick Doris o obedient bedient to his shouted commands h had bad ad almost succeeded now In s the flow of blood from the he t wound Blindly and desperately George followed f his hunch It worked The broken trail had ended to be sure b but ut Teck's Tech's valiant vallant little car went wenton on over the sand and the gravel graveland a and nd cactus around a bend over overa a hilt hill that an expensive car could never have made And then George saw what he had been searching for Just ahead in a little clearing was a small adobe hut Just a play house of an abode bu but there were signs of life about it it A few vegetables and flowers grew In the doorway and garden and that merry little column of smoke came from the adobe smokestack Continued Friday Copyright 1936 for The Telegram |